Perhaps it's just me, but you know when you stare at a word for a while in a certain way and it doesn't seem like that word any more? THAT.
Bacon is today's word that doesn't seem like that word any more.
B...A...C...O...N
It sounds like a town in Georgia, USA.
I won't call it BACON any more, because it just doesn't feel quite right. I'll call it the thinly-sliced pink and white stuff in the packet at the bottom of the fridge, that sizzles when you place it under a hot grill or in a frying pan.
Might get an 'old-fashioned' look from the butcher if I go in asking for half-a-pound-of-smoked-that though.
I suppose I can always point.
Bacon is today's word that doesn't seem like that word any more.
B...A...C...O...N
It sounds like a town in Georgia, USA.
I won't call it BACON any more, because it just doesn't feel quite right. I'll call it the thinly-sliced pink and white stuff in the packet at the bottom of the fridge, that sizzles when you place it under a hot grill or in a frying pan.
Might get an 'old-fashioned' look from the butcher if I go in asking for half-a-pound-of-smoked-that though.
I suppose I can always point.
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